A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Sir, wouldn't you like to go to the dance floor?" the woman said seductively, licking her lips.

"Yes, of course I'll go." The man's expression turned a bit lewd, and he subconsciously followed the woman to the dance floor.

The dancers on the dance floor were all sorts of monsters; the only real people were him and that woman.

The atmosphere remained lively, and the man didn't notice anything amiss.

Everything was taken for granted.

But soon, the woman turned into a tree, and the man leaned against it.

"Right, what was I supposed to do here?" The man leaned comfortably against the tree and muttered to himself.

He seemed to have forgotten something, but it appeared to be something insignificant.

Let bygones be bygones.

"The outside world is so wonderful. I should try to persuade them to leave that boring safe zone more often," he murmured.

Faced with the drastic change in the scene, the man not only had no doubts, but accepted it quite naturally.

This is what a normal world should be like.

It seems that his purpose in coming out was to do these inexplicable things, rather than to collect scraps.

But soon the tree he was leaning against suddenly disappeared, and he fell backward, hurting his back.

"I feel dizzy." The man rubbed his head, and the surrounding scenery transformed back into a nightclub.

But all the fish tanks in the nightclub that housed ornamental fish started leaking, making a "splashing" sound.

"I think you're waterlogged, you should wake up." Then, a strange and dejected voice entered the man's ears. "Waterlogged? What are you talking about?" The man looked in the direction of the voice with displeasure, and the speaker even patted his shoulder.

At this moment, the scenery in his eyes first rippled like the surface of a lake, and then returned to normal.

However, even after such changes, the man still didn't think anything was wrong.

He never questioned anything that happened around him.

"It's nothing, just nonsense," Bray said casually, lifting his hand from the man's shoulder.

There is no such thing as dizziness in this world; it is only when people see water that they become dizzy that the phenomenon of dizziness arises.

It's similar to being teleported while stunned.

"It's you? Aren't you the guy I met on the street?" The man looked closely and realized that the person taking his picture was the guy who had hit on him on the street.

“Yes, it’s me.” Bray nodded, then glanced in the direction where there was nothing.

“By the way, your shoes are all soaked. Aren’t you going to get out of the puddle first?” Then Bray gestured with his right eye.

"When did I step into the water?" The man was startled and quickly climbed out of the puddle.

It's strange how I ended up in a puddle.

Luckily, the puddle wasn't deep, otherwise I would have had to make my way back to the safe zone in a very embarrassing way.

“I don’t know, maybe it was when you were sleepwalking,” Bray said.

Many people in the safe zone have likely been affected by the Silver Seeds who manage this area.

However, even with Bray's keen eye, he couldn't tell who had their memories erased.

Therefore, the only target he could be sure of was the man in front of him.

After he followed him out, he found the guy standing motionless in a puddle, looking completely dazed.

That's why Bray joked about whether his opponent was dizzy from water.

But Bray knew that the man was being influenced by concepts at that time, but to be honest, from a third-party perspective, it was really impossible to tell what was going on.

Bray didn't know, nor did he want to know, what kind of effects memory manipulation could achieve.

However, since it's not an irreversible effect like memory deletion, it can be suppressed.

"Ah..." The man let out a strange "ah" sound, his expression becoming blank.

I've completely forgotten about that nightclub and that big tree.

However, along with that, he also forgot why he came here in the first place.

"What am I doing out here?" He shook his head, as if that would help him remember something he had forgotten.

But of course, doing so will not have any effect; what is forgotten is simply forgotten.

He touched his backpack, which was full of odds and ends.

But he didn't know why he picked up these things.

"Forget it, let's go back." But the man still vaguely remembered that he had planned to call others to come out of the safe zone together.

But why call someone else out...?

"Do you remember how to get back?" Bray suddenly asked.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I remember." The man gave Bray a strange look, finding the one-eyed guy's question quite inexplicable.

It was just as inexplicable as when he tried to pick me up on the street last time.

He glanced at Bray and then continued walking toward the safe zone.

Since he wasn't far from the safe zone, he estimated he would be able to get back in less than an hour.

"I feel a chill, is it because of that guy?" On the way back, the man couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

His first thought was that he would react this way because of Bray's previous actions.

However, that wasn't the case. What chilled him to the bone was the malicious intent behind the wanton alteration of his memories.

How important is human memory? And what happens to a person after their memory is altered?

"I wonder what that guy's name is."

"Um, what's my name again..."

Because it reminded him of his name, he couldn't help but recall it.

But my memory of which part of my name is missing.

He remembers many things, including where his home is and what his identity is.

He even remembers the names of his neighbors.

But he had completely forgotten his own name.

Such a gap in his memory made the man tremble uncontrollably.

A sense of fear welled up inside me; what was wrong with him?

He forgot many things without even realizing it, but forgetting his name was still too strange.

"My name is... my name is..." he muttered to himself in a near-mad tone.

The deeper he dug into his memories, the more terrified he became, each part exuding a sense of unease.

But he just couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.

The sense of incongruity after the concept was removed finally erupted instantly.

He immediately scrambled to his feet and ran desperately toward the safe zone, as if some monster were following him.

"Help! Help!" In his world, goldfish swimming on the sand were moving toward him, making him scream.

The quicksand slowly rose, and after a few seconds it all turned into water.

The man in the water flailed his limbs wildly, overwhelmed by a feeling of suffocation.

But in reality, nothing had changed in the wasteland, and the man didn't run; he just lay there meaninglessly.

The only thing that showed how much he had been traumatized was the ferocious expression on his face.

"Wake up," Bray's voice rang out again.

He nudged the man, waking him up.

"Phew..." The man was drenched in cold sweat and looked at Bray, who had woken him up, in horror.

"Go back and get some sleep," Bray suggested helplessly.

"You'd better hurry back," he added.

It's easy to see from the man's distorted expression how badly he's been tormented by "The Forgotten Dragon" Migkaf.

On the other hand, it also proves how pervasive the Migkaff concept is.

If Bray hadn't gotten any closer, the concept's ability would have been effective.

It seems that putting Levy and Nia in the safe zone was the right thing to do.

Bray didn't want them to come to their senses and say to him, "Who are you?"

"Sleep...yes, I need to go home and rest..." the man murmured weakly.

He must be too tired. If he just takes a nap, he'll be fine when he wakes up.

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The man left, and Bray didn't chase after him this time.

Because there is no longer any need for it.

The culprit, the Silver Seed, is now nearby.

The aura of a silver-ranked being permeated the surroundings; even without using one's inner senses, one could tell that an extraordinary individual was nearby.

"It looks like an insect, but can it change color like a chameleon?" Bray said casually, and swung his sword to the left.

A loud "boom" came from a place where there was nothing there.

Countless sandstone formations suddenly appeared, began to collapse, and then revealed marks of sword cuts.

At the same time, an arthropod monster appeared on the ground, its color constantly synchronized with the background. "The Forgotten Dragon" Migkaf, the word "dragon" is perhaps just a term people use to exaggerate its power.

The actual Migkaf is an arthropod.

Like a chameleon, it can blend perfectly into the background, almost like it can become invisible.

Not only that, He can also make the things around Him blend into the background.

Therefore, the sandstone that suddenly appeared was already there; it was just that it was influenced by Migkaf.

Of course, this ability to become invisible seems to have nothing to do with concepts; it is purely an innate ability of His.

They're a bunch of cheaters; having the concept isn't enough, some of them even have special abilities.

“The hunter of demigods,” Migkaf uttered from the ground.

His voice was wondrous, with the sound of insects chirping, yet all the syllables of the Common Language were still clearly discernible.

“You shouldn’t have appeared.” Although the words were clear, the chirping sound made it impossible to discern any change in tone.

His voice was as flat as a line, even more flat than Bray's.

"Why can't I show up?" Bray tilted his head, asking in bewilderment. Why couldn't he show up?

"The Hunter of Demigods, your appearance is an attempt to challenge the 'Unity of the Gods.'"

“Such actions will only bring endless destruction to your kind,” Migkaf said.

Although the lower species are still alive, this is, in a sense, due to the caution of the demigod lord.

If anyone dares to challenge the "Alliance of the Gods" out of ignorance, the Silver Seed will not hesitate.

When the Silver race truly intends to destroy the lower races, how can the lower races possibly stop it?

If one strong individual can barely hold onto a safe zone, what about two? Ten? A hundred?

Lower species don't have that many powerful beings that defy the rules.

Moreover, even a powerful being of a lower-level species does not necessarily mean they can defeat a powerful being of the silver-level species.

Lower species can have strong individuals, so who says that silver species can't?

“I know,” Bray replied, his right eye constantly tracking Migkaf’s movements.

During the conversation, He was still shifting His position.

Migkaf has powerful concepts and abilities, but he is not the type to engage in direct combat.